There is a reason for my anxiety, when it comes to mirrors.
It's not what I look like that scares me.
Its the man who stole my reflections that scares me.
He's got a strong look, with a fragile shield.
Smiling back when Im arching my back,
Closing his eyes when I try to look into his green eye's.

I will kill the man in the mirror.
I might not stand a look from someone who stole my reflections.
But he wont stand a brick.